noleafclover:

I and my friend were talking in class abt transfem Jon hcs and I thought this was to funny to leave alone 

Jon: *wakes up from coma*

Jon:…

Jon:…

Jon: *bc he’s the pupil of the eye or whatever has a bunch of realizations*

Jon: shit! 

Jon: I am transgender 

skiesandcandy:

skiesandcandy:

I think Jon wants sooo badly to be punished harshly for everything he’s done. And then he wants to be comforted, rocked back and forth and kissed on the forehead, told he did *so* well, he was so brave, that must’ve hurt so badly. While Jonah presses down on the bruises and Jon whines, trembling underneath him. It hurts so so bad but Jonahs talking to him so softly and fondly, stern but warm and loving, and he whimpers out a “dad, that *hurts-*” and Jonah chuckles softly and tells him he knows. Kisses his forehead. “Are you ready to make it up to me, Jon? Or do you need to be punished again?” Asking it like a genuine question. Sometimes when Jon feels particularly low he’ll want to be punished again. Until he finally tires out and sinks into subspace, whiny and ready to be forgiven. Jonah holding him so close while Jon gives him a handjob, carefully preparing him to fuck him (“breed you too, if we’re lucky”). Jonah could do it himself, but isn’t the point of this for Jon to *earn* his forgiveness?

All this to say I think Jon should squirt all over Jonah because he told him he forgave him.

Jon should burst into tears under the weight of knowing he’s so so loved even knowing how horrible he can be, especially because of his worse attributes. Jon should fall apart because Jonah offered him love and forgiveness. Jon should sob “thank you thank you thank you” into his chest and mean it. Jonah should hold him so closely and whisper all the awful things he’s going to do, and how good they’ll feel, and how much he loves him, and how good he is at taking them. Promise to breed him nice and full, to take such good care of him, he’ll never want for anything. He’ll make sure he’s a good boy, even when he doesn’t know how to be. It’s okay. His dad’s here now. He doesn’t have to worry anymore. And Jon should sob and whine that he’s close, he’s so close, and Jonah should chuckle because “already?” And Jon should whine all embarrassed and hide his face in his shoulder and-

seasaltandcopper:

Humiliation Prompts

These are all presented as sfw by default (but can be interpreted otherwise if that’s your preference)

Humiliate them by:

• ♠ Making them beg
• ♠ Forcing them to strip
• ♠ Spitting in their mouth
• ♠ Making them kneel
• ♠ Dressing them in a degrading outfit
• ♠ Mocking them for involuntary reactions
• ♠ Forcing them to lick something off the floor
• ♠ Hurting them in front of a mirror so they’re forced to watch
• ♠ Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess
• ♠ Feeding them spoiled or disgusting food
• ♠ Hosing them down with cold water
• ♠ Calling them a mocking nickname or title
• ♠ Forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees
• ♠ Leaving them with obvious, hard to hide scars
• ♠ Branding them as a sign of ownership
• ♠ Forcing them to divulge past traumas or secrets
• ♠ Altering or ruining a part of their appearance they take pride in
• ♠ Rendering them mute or forbidding them to speak
• ♠ Making them lick clean someone’s boots/shoes
• ♠ Assigning them menial labor/chores
• ♠ Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers
• ♠ Offering them up as the entertainment to party guests to do with as they please
• ♠ Making derogatory comments about them to others (with them in the room/in earshot) Bonus: force them to agree with these assessments
• ♠ Gifting them as a slave/servant to someone they formerly outranked
• ♠ Leaving them at the mercy of strangers in a public display (stocks, pillory, cage, chained to something, etc)
• ♠ Grinding their face into the ground/mud/a mess they made. Bonus: With a foot on the back of their neck or side of their head
• ♠ Recording them being punished/tortured/etc. Bonus: send these to friends and family OR release them publicly online
• ♠ Fitting them with a collar
• ♠ Muzzling them
• ♠ Making them perform tricks or skills on command

sparks-out:

The only problem with pseudosex is that you can’t get anyone pregnant with it :/

bawdybooster:

twocubes:

i love like, pseudosex

erotic vampire bites, magic ritual that feels Very Good to participants, multi-person fusion, mind-meld, sexy mitosis, consensual mindfuck, love-hivemind, being tfed into something or other, that sort of stuff

its hot

No literally because like nine times out of ten it’s hotter than actual sex

sparks-out:

sparks-out:

Gonna be so real whenever I read smut and a character says “come for me” I always think “but what if they didn’t??” Like not even in a horny way just in an anxious second-hand embarrassment kind of way. Like I’ll probably never have sex but imagine telling someone to orgasm and then they don’t. I would die.

Was reminded of this.

Thinking about MonsterJon non-apocalypse version.

Just him getting pregnant and Sasha going through like the five stages of what the fuck, because oh god she did not know this was a possibility. Sasha’s archiving assistant job quickly becomes a, keep the needy pregnant monster happy job. Jonah helps but he’s now become accustomed to being allowed to get work done, so now it’s Sasha’s responsibility.

MonsterJon getting fucking mood swings, from needy baby to sad pathetic monster, to just bites everything. Luckily Jon doesn’t want to hurt her during any of these, but he has chewed through several items of furniture and Sasha’s hand keeps cramping from fingering Jon till he calms down.

Sasha doing her best to keep Jon in the Archives, because turns out the pregnant monster has decided to extend his territory to the whole Institute, specifically he seems intent on getting to Jonah’s office and dragging several things from there to his nest in the archive when he gets in a particular mood.

Sasha sending Jonah a very strongly worded email that her pay better increase or she’s letting Jon drag his fancy desk into the basement next time.

“Well that’s not ideal,” Jon supposed that he really should have expected this. He had spent his unmedicated heat with two Alphas, of course he had gotten pregnant. Honestly he should have probably been concerned that everything was working if the test had been negative.

Didn’t change the fact that he wanted to scream.

Sure some part of him knew this wasn’t just on him, it took two to tango, or three in this case, but still, it felt like his fault. Indulging himself he let out a few sad whines from his subvocals. ‘Stupid alphas, stupid omega, stupid heat, stupid stupid stupid,’ it sounded childish but it did help for the moment.

Briefly he wondered whose it was, he knew there would be no telling without some test since both had come inside Jon plenty. He wasn’t quite sure which would be worse, either knocked up by his boss or his employee, either way people were going to talk.

He took a deep breath, it was fine he’d get back to work and deal with this later. He could-

“Jon?” He couldn’t keep the instinctive whine from his subvocals as he nearly crashed into Elias. Well that was what he got for not looking where he was going. At least, nope there was Sasha too, of course Jon’s luck had been a little too good lately seemed things were balancing out. Of course they would both be in his office when all he wanted was to get back to work.

“Are you alright?” Jon couldn’t stand the concern in Elias’s voice, and of course his other voice decided to let him know just how alright he was.

‘No, I’m small and sad, Alphas bad, so stupid and bad, how dare they,’ Jon tried to stop himself, but it seemed his instincts had decided that enough was enough. ‘Want hug, want Alphas, why aren’t they taking care of us, do they not want us? Are we a bad omega, we-.’

Jon was cut off as Elias’s arms wrapped around him pulling him against his chest. Sasha was not far behind stroking his back, letting out a soft comforting rumble.

Their subvocals practically echoed over each other in a chorus of, no good omegas and we’re here’s. Jon’s higher brain wanted to explode in embarrassment, while his stupid omega brain was practically preening at the attention, and it had firmly grabbed the reigns in this. God he was even getting wet, he wondered idly how loudly his pheromones were broadcasting ‘fuck me’ to the other two.

Apparently quite loudly as Jon could feel Elias growing hard where he was pressed against him, and Sasha’s stroking had drifted from his back to squeezing his arse. Neither seemed to notice the change, or at least Jon couldn’t tell, if they had.

Jon opened his mouth to say something, but Elias’s lips on his stopped any words, his tongue pressing inside, and Jon’s knees went weak. Seemed his brain had decided it was not listening anymore, again. He let himself be lifted like he weighed nothing and placed in his own desk, hearing the door to his office click shut, and the lock being turned. Well that was something at least.

Jon should probably tell the two of them before this went any farther, but really it wasn’t like he could get more pregnant.

Weird Jon, Sasha, Elias polycule supremacy, send post.

We are all very normal about pregnant MonsterJon(me when I lie).

anaceshornyblog:

anaceshornyblog:

anaceshornyblog:

anaceshornyblog:

Jon as Elias’s sugar baby because he should have even more control over Jon.

Jon didn’t know how he had gotten to this point, well no that was a lie actually. Jon knew exactly how he had gotten here, dressed up in clothes he didn’t pick, in a flat he didn’t pay for, and holding Elias’s newest gift. Although maybe gift wasn’t the correct word, not that Elias wasn’t generous, but most of his gifts came with expectation, and the one in his lap was no different. The collar wasn’t large, and if seen from afar probably resembled a choker, but up close, well there was no denying it was something that clearly showed who Jon belonged to. It even had little tags, like Jon could get lost.

Jon had to admit it was pretty, which made sense since Elias liked pretty things by his own admission. He had used that description for Jon himself when Jon was kneeling in front of him, taking his dick down his throat. Told Jon he was such a pretty thing, taking his cock so well, even as Jon’s eyes watered. Jon tried to focus back on the collar, pushing those thoughts aside, not far though. It was hard not to think of such things constantly considering there was not a single surface in this apartment he hadn’t been fucked on.

Jon had never thought of himself as someone who would be in this sort of relationship. Then he had met Elias, and it had felt so natural. Elias had just wanted someone young and attractive at his beck and call, he could do whatever he wanted to Jon, and Jon would take it, practically melt at Elias’s compliments as he was filled. He knew Elias didn’t love him, but it was so hard to remember that fact in the moment.

Which brings him back to the collar, he had called Elias and protested when he found the gift on his doorstep. Elias often had things delivered to him, mostly clothing that he wanted to see Jon in. Jon flinched at how disappointed Elias sounded on the other end of the line. Telling him that the collar was custom order, and wouldn’t he please just wear it for him? Just tonight, then he wouldn’t have to anymore. And Jon could already tell that his resolve wouldn’t stand up to this. He had tried before, but Elias just made Jon feel like he was being unreasonable. After all Elias paid for his school, his flat, his clothes, this was nothing in comparison, and it would make Elias happy.

Jon flinched as the door opened, Elias had a key of course, and rarely knocked. When Jon had protested that Elias had pointed out that he did pay for the place, and Jon really isn’t it easier so you don’t have to get up to let me in? Jon had backed down again, it seems that’s all he did, tried to be firm, only to crumble moments later.

He stood as Elias greeted him, glancing at his neck and noticing the lack of a collar. Jon hurriedly held it out, placating him, not wanting to face his disapproval. Pointing out that Elias really should be the one to put it on, if they were going to try it for the night. That gets Jon a, what Jon hopes is, genuine smile, as the collar is fastened around his throat, it feels a bit like a trap snapping shut. Those thoughts are chased out again as Elias’s lips are on his, and for a brief moment Jon can pretend that they are a normal couple. That moment is broken as Elias’s kisses turn biting before Jon finds himself bent over the back of his couch.

Jon whimpering as Elias thrusts into him, far too fast, but Jon would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. Elias gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, Jon lets his eyes fall shut, as he listens to Elias’s running commentary. Reminding Jon that he belongs to Elias, his pet, such a pretty thing, always so good for him. Jon can’t help but squirm as he’s used, which Elias seems to like as his increased force was anything to go by. He knew he’d be sore tomorrow, but it was hard to consider such things when he felt so good.

After Elias lets Jon lounge on his lap, cum dripping out of his cunt, a reward for being such a good pet. Jon loves these moments, when he can pretend that Elias loves him. When he’s been throughly fucked and he can fool himself that this is normal. Elias strikes his hair and Jon practically melts, knowing this is just a brief moment, but pretending it can go on forever.

Jon wakes up alone the next day, as he often does, sore and covered in bruises and spunk. He pretends for a moment that Elias is just in the other room, maybe making breakfast, but he can only stay in that fantasy for a few moments before he’s forced to get up.

Jon is in love with Elias, Elias doesn’t love him, but he’ll keep the collar on, because it’s a reminder that he’s owned, and maybe bring a possession is easier than being a person.

Jon stared at the hunk of plastic in his hand.

No, no no, this couldn’t, things had been going so good. Jon’s free hand went to his collar, fiddling with the little tag that bore Elias’s name. Jon could feel tears start to gather in the corner of his eyes, what was he going to do?

He dropped the test to the floor as a sob wracked his body, his whole body shaking. How? He had been so careful, Elias had trusted him to make sure this very thing didn’t happen. God Elias, what was Jon going to tell him? Jon could almost see the disappointed look on his face, the disgust that Jon could be so incompetent as to get pregnant.

Jon tried to breathe, his chest aching as he tried to pull out of a quickly approaching panic attack. He gripped his collar with both hands trembling, as he closed his eyes. Maybe…maybe he was wrong, false positives happened, and he was under a lot of stress.

Jon managed a deep breath, yes that was it, his symptoms could all be from stress. He was lying to himself, but he couldn’t ruin the night, he just had to push those feelings down.

Wiping his eyes he quickly retrieved the test and dropped it in the bin. He had to get ready, Elias would be by soon, and he wasn’t even ready. The place was a mess, Elias hated mess. He wasn’t dressed, and Elias had sent him clothes. God here Jon was wasting time with hysterics, he was such a mess.

Jon tried to get ready quickly, but had only managed halfway when he heard the door open. He tried not to cry at the disappointment in Elias’s voice as he called for Jon. Shame spreading through him he stepped into the front entrance, his dress unzipped and his hair still a tangled mess.

Elias stared at him one eyebrow raised, hard to read as always, but Jon could practically see him radiate disappointment. Jon sniffled rubbing at his eyes, he almost managed to keep his composure until Elias clicked his tongue with a shake of his head.

“Honestly Jon, what has gotten into you?” Jon’s resolve cracked as he started to sob crumpling to the ground his dress slipping off to pool around his feet. It was all too much, he couldn’t stop, his whole body trembling. He half expected Elias to leave in disgust, finally deciding Jon was too much trouble. Instead he held a gentle hand in his hair, the other stroking his back, which did nothing to stop his tears.

Jon tried to stammer out an apology, tried to pull himself together, but instead what came out in a rush was, “I’m pregnant and I’m sorry and please don’t hate me,” he felt like the words were pulled out of him, as he rushed to get them out. The hand on his back froze, and it took everything Jon had to turn his head to look at Elias.

He expected disgust, or at least disappointment, but before Elias’s expression shifted to careful neutral reassurance Jon would swear he almost looked excited, but that was probably wishful thinking he was sure. The hand in his hair slid down to lay flat against his stomach. Rubbing slightly, though it was too early for even the smallest bump.

“Oh Jon,” Jon whimpered, Elias didn’t sound disappointed, he sounded more like he was talking to a wounded animal he was t sure wouldn’t bite or flee. Jon let himself be pulled close, twisting around to hide his face in his chest. For just a moment Jon let himself slip into his favorite fantasy, that this was a normal relationship, that Elias loved him.

“I shouldn’t have expected you to be able to handle such things,” Jon trembled because Elias was right, he had failed, and now Elias had to deal with his mess. He let Elias pull him up from the ground, leaning against him as he continued to let out small choked sobs. Elias’s thumb gently stroked his cheeks, clearing the tears away as he looked at Jon.

“Well I’ll have to cancel tonight’s reservation, you’re in no state,” Jon tried to protest, tried to say anything, but Elias pressed his lips against his, briefly before pulling away.

“Well just have a night in,” Jon couldn’t speak, letting Elias take the lead. Jon felt like he was moving through a haze as Elias scrounged some food from the fridge, ordering Jon to eat. Jon felt another stab of shame as Elias commented that he would have to make sure Jon ate properly now as he was eating for two. Once finished Elias pulled him against his chest Jon gasping softly as Elias started kneading at his tits, his eyes slipping closed.

“So troublesome,” Jon whimpered as Elias nipped his neck, feeling himself grow wet. He was practically conditioned at this point even if he was hovering at the edge of a breakdown. Jon let himself be maneuvered easily enough till he was bent over the arm of the couch. Let himself be spread open as Elias slid into him slowly as though savoring him, one hand gripping tightly to his collar, the other holding his hip.

“How long before you show do you think?” Elias’s hand slid from his hip to his abdomen, pressing lightly. Jon made a little punched out noise, as Elias punctuated his words with a hard thrust. “We’ll have to get you a new wardrobe soon, such an inconvenient little thing you are.”

If Jon had been more present he might have noticed that Elias sounded almost excited by the thought of his stomach swelling with his child. As it was he could only moan and squirm as he was used, reminded that he belonged to Elias, everything he was belonged to Elias. When Elias came deep inside him Jon wanted to sob, because Elias still wanted him, wasn’t going to leave him for his mistakes.

Once Elias had settled Jon in his lap, groping his chest almost absently as though Jon’s body was his to do as he pleased. And it wasn’t like Jon could refute that. Jon could pretend all he wanted that he was anything more than a possession, but the collar around his neck, the clothes on the floor, the home he lived in all came from Elias, all gifts for his pretty possession.

He just hoped that he was a treasured possession still.

“Are you falling asleep pet?” Jon jolted awake from his slight daze at Elias words. He blinked up at Elias sliding his mouth off his cock from where he was kneeling between his legs. Jon could feel drool sliding down his chin to drip onto his slightly swollen tits.

I’m sorry,” Jon felt like all he did recently was apologize, Elias was probably so sick of hearing it. Jon was sorry, he wasn’t feeling up to anything. Jon was sorry, he couldn’t fit into the nice clothes Elias had bought him because his chest was swelling. Jon was sorry his grades had slipped he just couldn’t seem to concentrate. Just constant apologies, and now he couldn’t even stay awake long enough to suck Elias off.

“It’s alright Jon, I know I can only expect so much of you,” Jon couldn’t help but lean into his hand as it cupped his cheek. Jon just wanted to be good, to do what he was supposed to, to make Elias happy when he did so much for him. As Elias pulled his hand away Jon tried to follow scrambling awkwardly to his feet earning a chuckle from Elias.

“So helpless,” Elias shook his head wrapping his hands around Jon’s hips his hands warm and comforting. Jon let himself be pulled into his lap, resting his back against Elias’s chest. He could feel Elias’s cock resting against his back, still hard. One of Elias legs slotted between his grinding against his folds, Jon couldn’t resist trying to get more pressure. He tried to shift his hips but Elias held him still, and he whined his thoughts falling back into their sleepy haze.

“Such a little thing aren’t you? Not a thought in that pretty head.” Jon nodded, it was so much easier to just agree with Elias than it was trying to think. Jon let his head loll to the side, going limp, he could feel Elias stroking his stomach. It was still rather small, just the tiniest bump, though Elias did seem to keep buying him things that accentuated it. He let out a sleepy moan as Elias hands went to his chest squeezing his tits.

“Nothing yet I see,” Those words pierced the happy fog he was in enough to make him blush, trying to protest and only managing a small squeak. Elias ignored him, instead grabbing his hips and raising him up just enough to slide into him. Jon squirmed with a yelp, he was soaked but the stretch was always a lot, whimpering as he was lowered back down. He felt so full, his cunt clenching around Elias’s dick, he glanced back when Elias let go of his hips going back to kneading his chest.

“Go on Jon, you need to put in some effort too, hopefully better than your earlier attempts with your mouth.” Jon whimpered and did his best to raise his hips, barely moving up an inch, before sliding back down to the hilt.

“Pathetic, I suppose I’ll just have to help.” Jon could feel tears in the corners of his eyes, god here he was disappointing Elias again. He couldn’t even fuck himself correctly, Elias grabbed his hips again easily lifting him almost completely off before pulling him back down. Jon could only whine and squirm as he was used, like a toy. Jon couldn’t do anything but take it as his orgasm his him like a freight train, but Elias didn’t even pause even as his cunt clamped down hard.

“T-too much,” Jon gasped but Elias didn’t slow, pulling him down harder, making his tits bounce. Using him as his own personal fleshlight, seemingly not noticing as tears fell down his cheeks. Jon couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride out the feeling, until Elias hilted himself inside Jon as he came tearing another orgasm out of Jon as well. Jon could feel Elias buried his teeth in his neck, just above his collar, Jon couldn’t hold back a small scream before going limp again.

“Such a good toy,” Jon protested weakly as Elias gave a lazy thrust, though he wasn’t yet hard again, which Jon was thankful for, he didn’t think he was ready to go again just yet. “My perfect whore, just here to look pretty and be used.”

Jon wanted to say something, to defend himself but all that came out was a quiet whimper. Because well…wasn’t Elias right? Would he have anything without Elias? He wouldn’t have a home, or be able to attend school, or even have clothes, Elias paid for all of that. No the only thing Jon was good for was what Elias said, Jon couldn’t help a small sob making its way out of his mouth.

“Shh, it’s alright, you’re still mine,” Jon felt more sobs bubble up, but also warmth pooling in his chest, because despite everything Elias still wanted him.

acornsandacorns:

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

skiesandcandy:

skiesandcandy:

I am now thinking about that one Jon goes with Jonah instead of to the safe house and has a free use thing going on concept. Hmgjfhfb. I’m so normal about it right now.

He can’t look Martin in the eye after everything. He can’t take it anymore. The starvation. The side way glances. The constant pain and guilt and knowing he’ll always be too late. He can’t forget how easy he was to leave behind. So. He slips away. With Jonah. With his dad. Who’s so, so warm. Who holds him the whole way back. Who told him he’s always been his favorite. He’s always wanted him so, so badly. If he would come with him. If he’d just say yes. He could pamper him. He could take care of him in all the ways he craves. He could be held and used and adored, never have to be alone again, never have to be let go again. He’d be happy to keep him for forever. He’d never have to be abandoned or cold or hungry. He could feed to his hearts content and wake up full and cared for and safe. He wouldn’t ever have to ask again. Jonah could just take him whenever he wanted. Make him feed. He wouldn’t have to live with the guilt. With the misery. He could just get fucked and feed and be used and cherished, for the rest of their lives.

He takes him to a house he’d had when he was Jonah. They share a bed. He’s so warm. He’s so warm he can hardly bear it. He cries the first time he takes him in that big, soft bed. So warm, so full of knowledge and fear and finally *sated*, so full of him. Jonah collars him right then and there, he tells him he made it just for him. Tags saying he belongs to Jonah. To return him to him, if lost. The thought makes the heat in his belly roar, and make him cry into his chest. He’s hairier now. Fuzzy. He has bruises from prison. He kisses all of them, without thinking about it. Jonahs eyes soften, and he ruffles his hair. He decides he likes it. Being his. It’s nice.

“You’ll have a long time to get used to it.” Jonah promises. He wants to stay caged in his firm, comfortable arms forever.

Jon getting used to the arrangement. Sometimes they’ll be mid conversation and Jonah will just reach under his shirt, begin playing with his tits or start stretching him. Or just put his fingers in his mouth. Acts like he has no idea what he’s talking about if he’s surprised. Slowly it becomes…normal. Simple. Comforting. Jonah likes, on these occasions, to pretend everything’s normal. That *he’s* the desperate one, throwing himself at him. Like he just can’t keep it together. Like his dad is so kind, indulging him like this. “Look at you. You’re all wet. I haven’t even done anything yet. Come on, Jon. Let’s get you sorted.” Like it’s normal. Of course he’s groping him, he was bored of his crossword and Jon was right there. Of course he sticks his fingers in his cunt with no warning, Jon was stretching out and looked too serious. Really, Jon should expect it by now. “I’m your father. It’s my job to take care of you. Don’t be ridiculous, Jon.”

Other times, it’s more acknowledged. Sometimes Jon isn’t even clothed all day, because Jonah told him he’s not going to be needing them that day. Jonah tugging on his leash to get him to come over and give him a blowjob while he finishes writing something or other. Making happy little sighs as Jon tries so hard to appease him, scritching his scalp just right. He’s quickly deciding he likes it. Being a pet. It’s nice. It’s comfortable. It’s so easy. And Jonah tells him he’s a good boy, the perfect pet, and when Jon gripes that nobody would ever say that about him, Jonah suddenly yanks him up by the leash.

“Don’t *ever* say that. Ever. You’re mine. Mine to do whatever I want with. They don’t matter. None of them matter. You’re *my* Jon, and I say you’re good.”

He got spanked until he screamed for saying it. Until he was crying and writhing and begging him stop stop stop, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, because Jonah knew better, and he knew he needed to be punished. “You are *good*, Jon.” Jonah snarls, “And ill make you understand that if i have to beat it into you.” Jon had cried that he’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry, but Jonah hadn’t let him up until he’d said he was good, that he deserved this, that none of them knew him like Jonah did, that none of them loved him like Jonah did, that he was Jonahs favorite and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. Until Jonah let up, and finally let him rest.

Sometimes, they play with Jon fighting back. Sometimes, when Jon hates himself, he tries to run. He tries to fight with all his strength, but Jonah is stronger. Jonah is bigger. And Jon had starved himself for so long (“Poor baby.” Jonah coos, as he thrashes underneath him. “This is why you need this, Jon. You clearly can’t be trusted with taking care of yourself. It’s okay. You don’t have to anymore.” He kisses him even as Jon screams and curses to be let out. Pleas he’d hate himself for if they worked. He’s so glad they don’t, and he hates himself for that too. “Shhh. None of that. You deserve this, and I won’t let you deny yourself anymore.”) that he truly didn’t stand a chance against him. Sometimes he’s fine and he still fights. He just wants to lose. He just wants to be reminded that Jonah can do anything, and it doesn’t matter what he does. He can scream and shout the cruelest things and it’s *okay.* It’ll all be okay. He can be so so awful, so bratty and annoying and high mantience, and Jonah will laugh at him. Like he’s just throwing a tantrum. Like he doesn’t know anything at all. And then he’ll force him down and say he knows he needs this, even if Jon wants to pretend he doesn’t. “I know what you need, Jon. It’s going to feel so good. You’re going to forget why you even fought me this hard. You deserve this. Just let your dad take care of you.”

“I can’t.” He sobs. “I can’t I can’t I can’t-”

Jonah cups his face. “That’s okay. It’s okay, Jon. If it makes you feel better, fight me. Hurt me. Do whatever you want. You know you won’t be able to win. It’s okay.”

Jon sobs. His body shakes with it. He’s so wet, he’s dripping all over himself, he can’t think he just wants to be- used. Violated. Forced down and split open and *hurt.* Made to cum until he can hardly move. He doesn’t want to win. He doesn’t want to escape. He just wants to- to-

“It’s okay. I forgive you, Jon.”

Jon kisses him, tugs his hair as hard as he possibly can, and sobs that it hurts and he can’t and it’s wrong it’s so wrong dad why does it feel good dad I’m scared until he’s just a helpless little puddle beneath him. Whining that it hurts so bad and they need to stop and he’s gonna cum. Jonah smiles at him like he hung the moon. Jonah tells him he’s so lucky to be his dad. Jon can’t remember the last time he’d felt so wanted.

The first time Jon gets drugged, he doesn’t even expect it. It’d been terrifying. It’d been incredible. He’d begged no please stop dad I can’t move dad why can’t I move and Jonah had kissed him so gently on the forehead. Said it was okay, it was on purpose, he was safe here. “I’m gonna make it better, Jon. I promise. You don’t have to worry anymore.” Cooing reassurance as he used him, as Jon slowly stopped being able to even move. As his eyes got so, so heavy. His thoughts got so hazy. Nothings there except feeling good and being so full and Jonah telling him he’s such a sweet boy, such a pretty toy, and purring happily because he’s making his dad proud and he likes it. He likes being such a good boy for him. He thinks he’s cumming. He doesn’t know. Everything’s all fuzzy and warm. He’s so warm. He hopes he stays warm forever.

Jon can scream and beg not to make him cum again, it hurts so bad, he can’t do it, he can’t, and it won’t matter. He can try so hard to claw his way out of his bindings and it won’t matter. To anyone, it’d look like he’s just helpless. He doesn’t even have to choose it. He doesn’t have to do anything. It’s. It’s a relief. It’s nothing but a relief.

Sometimes they go days without fucking. Doing other things. Enjoying other pleasures. Sometimes Jon spends days in subspace, so deep underwater Jonah muses that it’d be cruel *not* to use him like he deserves. He never knows what it’ll be. It’s so nice. To not have to know anything. To just know things because he needs to, because that’s who he is. To have no one to protect. To just be someone else’s problem.

The apocalypse happens still but. I’d like to think Jonah gives him like. Two months of being his pet in a normal setting before him being his pet in The Apocalypse. As a reward, for being so good. Also he’s going to SPOIL him during the apocalypse.

All this to say how do we feel about mag 160 but horny

Thinking about Jonah asking while Jon’s in subspace how he feels after killing Peter and he’s too blissed out to deny that he feels *good.* He feels incredible. So full and sated and he can breathe easier, he can *think* again, he’d been so hungry and so scared and it’d felt good. He’d do it again. Thinking about Jonah cooing he’ll keep him well fed from now on. He’ll never go hungry again. He’ll provide for him. All the statements he could ever need. He’ll get nice and strong again.

I am thinking about the Jon getting all hazy on too many statements thing. Jon sleepy from over indulgence. Jon unable to feel guilty yet when he’s so full and warm and comfy, and his dad’s voice is so nice and gentle and he’s telling him how proud he is, look at him, he’s grown so much, what a clever boy, that must’ve felt so good, huh? And Jon chirps happily and nods because it did, it felt so good, he feels so good like this, he’s warm and safe and full and why hadn’t he done this before? This was so much better. So much easier. Jonah playing with his dick, achy and sensitive when he’s all blissed out and easily confused. Too many statements makes for too much information to keep track of. He can barely hold a thought. That’s okay, though. Jonahs fucking him, which means he doesn’t have to think. He can just sit there and look pretty. Is Jonah saying that? He doesn’t know. It feels nice. He likes when Jonah pets his hair and tells him he’s so so proud and that he’s the perfect archivist, his perfect boy. He likes it when Jonah uses him. He’s barely even awake. His thoughts are nothing but never ending repetition of yes good horny full warm safe loved more. He sinks into the bed and lets his dad take such good care of him, because he can’t remember a single reason why he wouldn’t when it feels this good <3

bebx:

skiesandcandy:

Horny je Tumblr my best friend horny je Tumblr. I can’t believe I’m just allowed to write about Jon being 24/7 free use and so so loved in the most horrible toxic way possible and people will go “oh shit that’s hot. Have you considered-” , this is like enrichment for me.

nightprompts:

&. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  another collection of smutty dialogue for you heathens (affectionate). please do not interact if you are under eighteen. feel free to edit and change how you seem fit. )

• ❛ i know my worth. and if you want me, you’ll do as i say. ❜
• ❛ you don’t want me here? then why does your body say otherwise? ❜
• ❛ oh? does that turn you on? ❜
• ❛ you look good on your knees like this. ❜
• ❛ i’m not jealous. you’re just mine. ❜
• ❛ i need you. please. i’ll be quick. ❜
• ❛ you used to hate me, and now you can’t take your eyes off me. ❜
• ❛ you want me quiet? make me. ❜
• ❛ i know you have one more for me. come on, i’m not done yet. ❜
• ❛ fuck, that was so hot. ❜
• ❛ such a good boy/girl. making me feel this good. ❜
• ❛ go on. fuck yourself on my cock. ❜
• ❛ you have no idea how long i’ve thought about having you like this. ❜
• ❛ keep the noise down, baby. you’re too loud. ❜
• ❛ you taste so fucking good. ❜
• ❛ they can’t fuck you like i can. ❜
• ❛ fuck, i’ve missed you. ❜
• ❛ keep going. just like that. ❜
• ❛ they don’t get to have you like this, but i do. ❜
• ❛ pretty good, huh? i told you i’d make you feel good. ❜
• ❛ you’re mine. and don’t you forget it. ❜
• ❛ i’m not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. ❜
• ❛ what, got nothing to say? no matter, i’ll have you screaming in no time. ❜
• ❛ just a little more. you can take a little more, can’t you? ❜
• ❛ getting close? don’t worry, i’ll take care of you. ❜
• ❛ what would they think if they could see you now, huh? ❜
• ❛ maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you’ll shut up. ❜
• ❛ maybe if i sit on your face, that’ll shut you up. ❜
• ❛ look at how well you take me. even though it’s been so long. ❜
• ❛ it’s apparent in your eyes — you desire me. ❜
• ❛ don’t stop. please, don’t stop. ❜
• ❛ fucking doesn’t involve this much talking normally. ❜
• ❛ you want this, don’t you? want me all over you? inside you? ❜
• ❛ don’t forget who you belong to. ❜
• ❛ if you want something, then you ask for it. ❜
• ❛ when was the last time someone fucked you? ❜
• ❛ i’ll make us feel good. you’ll love this. ❜
• ❛ how was that? satisfying enough for you? ❜
• ❛ oh no, i’m not finished with you yet. ❜
• ❛ what, afraid i might break you? ❜
• ❛ what, afraid you’ll break me? ❜
• ❛ stop teasing and just put it in already. ❜
• ❛ fuck me harder. don’t you want to make me feel good? ❜
• ❛ that’s it, babygirl. ❜
• ❛ you want me to sit on your face? ❜
• ❛ i want this. let me have you like this. ❜
• ❛ now that you’ve given me what i want, i can give you what you need. ❜
• ❛ don’t just stand there, you tease. come here and let me taste. ❜
• ❛ i want you like you used to have me. like we had nothing else to live for. ❜
• ❛ how do you want me — spread out on the bed or up against the wall? take your pick. i don’t mind. ❜

nightprompts:

&. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  happy sunday! here’s another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )

• ❛ you can’t expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜
• ❛ you’re mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜
• ❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜
• ❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜
• ❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜
• ❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜
• ❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜
• ❛ be good, and i’ll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜
• ❛ we’re going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜
• ❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜
• ❛ do whatever you want with me, i’m yours. ❜
• ❛ your body was made for mine. ❜
• ❛ you keep your hands where they are or i’ll tie them up. ❜
• ❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜
• ❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜
• ❛ it’s my thigh or nothing. i’m not helping you get off. ❜
• ❛ i’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜
• ❛ i don’t care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜
• ❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜
• ❛ you’re such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜
• ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜
• ❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜
• ❛ now, i’ll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜
• ❛ we both know how much you’re going to enjoy this. ❜
• ❛ i’m sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜
• ❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜
• ❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜
• ❛ i’ll take good care of you, i promise. ❜
• ❛ i’d say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜
• ❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜
• ❛ i can take care of you. you won’t need anyone but me. ❜
• ❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it’s making you hard. ❜
• ❛ you’re mine. you’ve always been mine. ❜
• ❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜
• ❛ i’m simply enjoying the view. it’s not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜
• ❛ you’re so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜
• ❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜
• ❛ do what you want, but you’d better make it good or i’ll kill you. ❜
• ❛ as much as i’d love to have you choking on me, i’m impatient and there’s something else i want more. ❜
• ❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜
• ❛ someone’s needy. ❜
• ❛ you taste like heaven. ❜
• ❛ i need to come. please, i’ll do anything. ❜
• ❛ i’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜
• ❛ you’re fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜
• ❛ you’ll be begging for me by the time i’m through with you. ❜
• ❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜
• ❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜
• ❛ was it good for you too? it’s never been like that before. you’ve never been like this before. ❜
• ❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜
• ❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don’t get to have you, but i do. ❜

blackberreh-art:

Nikola Orsinov | 🎪

sparks-out:

Jon starting to go into heat on a late night at the institute. Instinctively going to Elias’ office before he’s even really thought it through. And Elias is out, of course, but the lock is easy enough to pick (why is he doing this? why is he doing this??) and so Jon slips inside. He’s so tired, and Elias’ chair looks so warm. So comforting. He doesn’t have a nest but that’s ok. His alpha will help him build one when he gets back. Will being his clothes and blankets and help Jon make the perfect nest. And he just nuzzles up against the chair (it smells just like Elias. so warm. so comforting. so safe) right there and falls asleep in it.

Some time during the night he wakes up, heat in full swing, grinding his soaked cunt into the chair. He’s whimpering, subvocals crying out for his alpha, his dad. He doesn’t even think about it, just shucks off all his clothes (stifling, itchy) and begins to masturbate. Collapses on Elias desk as he brings himself off, then moves to the couch to hump Elias’ pillows. He cums and cums but it’s not enough, he needs his alpha. Eventually he tires himself out enough to fall asleep again, whining softly.

In the early morning he’s rouses by the sun, rutting against the couch cushions and soon his fingers are sliding into his aching cunt. It takes three orgasms to satisfy him, get him lucid enough to realize where he is and what he’s done.

The whole office smells of his pheromones. Elias’s chair AND couch (still smells like him, still smells like his alpha (his dad)) are soaked in his slick. The room stinks of arousal and need and desperation, and it’d be obvious to even a beta that an omega in heat was in here, and anyone else would easily be able to tell that said omega got off. Where we go from here… diverges.

In one universe, Jon slinks out the door in mortified shame and stays (mostly) lucid juuuust long enough to hurridly throw his clothes on and take a cab home. Spends his heat aching for Elias, humping one of the pillows he stole and whining for his dad. Elias will be patiently understanding when he gets back, ask for the stolen pillow with an amused smile while Jon flushes and stumbles over apologies, and will tell Jon that if he needs anything, anything at all, he can always ask. (An offer Jon will never take him up on but will wonder about endlessly, weighing on late, lonely nights when his only company is his fingers and his knotted dildo (a heat aid that sees frequent out-of-heat use)).

Or, perhaps, Jon will wake up a little later, when the sun is streaming in through the windows. And Elias? Well, he does love to get in early. Always so much to do, after all. And he is, of course, shocked to discover Jon rutting against his couch cushions, deep in the throes of heat. It doesn’t stop Jon, of course. Oh, he’s aware enough to be mortified, but he just feels so good, he can’t stop, his hips rolling without his permission. Whining, subvocals a desperate, needy chorus. Isn’t he a good omega? He’s been left all alone all night. He needs his alpha, needs his dad. Needs to be held and filled and bred. And oh, Elias really should resist. Jon’s all but guaranteed to get pregnant, is hardly in his right mind, but oh he’s always been so indulgent, hasn’t he? And Jon has been so good, and how is he meant to resist? When Jon’s desperately trying to cum, staring at him with those big wide eyes, intoxicating pheromones filling the air…? It’s so easy to shrug his jacket off, fish his rapidly hardening cock from his pants. To pin Jon down, taking deep inhales of his scent even as he begins to press inside his soaking cunt. And Jon submits to him so easily, crying out for his dad’s knot, his cum, his baby (and oh, Elias should’ve guessed, shouldn’t he? Should’ve known about Jon’s little fetish. He can be Jon’s father, if that’s what he needs. He’ll take such wonderful care of his boy…)

Using a prompt meme as an excuse to write Elias force cracking transfem🥚 Jon with a Leitner, I am normal.

Thinking about free-use Jon in season 1. It’s a clause in his contract that he didn’t read, Elias was very insistent that he sign the papers quickly.

Maybe it’s Spiral influenced, where no one finds it weird when Elias takes Jon over Rosie’s desk claiming him in front of everyone. Jon who is so confused as to why no one is stopping this, because he’s the only one not completely affected, other than Elias of course who is completely lucid.

Jon planning to not come to work the next day, but his contract forcing him to be there, and making it so he can’t really fight back.

Of course he’s free use to others but only his mouth for most employees. Donors can use his ass at the fundraisers, but only Elias is allowed to use his cunt and cum inside him. So once he gets pregnant everyone knows whose it is.

anaceshornyblog:

Thinking about free-use Jon in season 1. It’s a clause in his contract that he didn’t read, Elias was very insistent that he sign the papers quickly.

Maybe it’s Spiral influenced, where no one finds it weird when Elias takes Jon over Rosie’s desk claiming him in front of everyone. Jon who is so confused as to why no one is stopping this, because he’s the only one not completely affected, other than Elias of course who is completely lucid.

Jon planning to not come to work the next day, but his contract forcing him to be there, and making it so he can’t really fight back.

Of course he’s free use to others but only his mouth for most employees. Donors can use his ass at the fundraisers, but only Elias is allowed to use his cunt and cum inside him. So once he gets pregnant everyone knows whose it is.

Jon not knowing why no-one is helping him. People who hours ago he thought were his friends pushing him to his knees and using him like an object. Jon trying to tell anyone outside the institute, but like with quitting he can’t form the words.

Jon being forced to go to a fundraising party only to be used as entertainment for the night. Strapped to a table naked, Elias shoving a plug into his cunt to keep anyone from accessing it but leaning the rest of him open. Donors fucking his ass and mouth all night, as they discuss the weather, or how their family is doing. Jon passing out and continuing to be used until the party is over.

Jon waking up hours later covered in cum, and shaking, breaking down and sobbing. Elias showing up feigning comfort helping him get cleaned up, unable to resist fucking him gently. Jon letting him both because he has to and because Elias is talking to him like a person, not like an object.

Jon spending more and more time in Elias’s office because he’s mostly safe in there. Sure Elias will use him, making him warm his cock, or fucking him over his desk between meetings. But he also lets Jon rest and holds him telling him he’s doing so good, doesn’t view him as just a thing to be used, or at least pretends he doesn’t.

skiesandcandy:

Jon in heat alone at his lonely flat in a nest that doesn’t smell like his dad at all , whining for his alpha to come take care of him,,, his fingers aren’t enough toys arent enough it’s not him he’s all empty and wet and alone and his dad should be here, why isn’t he here? He’s so good. He’s such a good boy. Elias calling him. Acting all innocent. “You don’t usually call out of work this late. Are you feeling alright, Jon?” And just the sound of his concern makes him clench down so hard, subvocals immediately whining that no no he’s all alone and he’s all empty and he’s too hot and he’s so wet and nobody wants him before he can stop it,,, hrnfhfjfn

I do love the idea of Jon calling in sick during his heat. At no point did he consider why an email would have been better, he just doesn’t want to seem unprofessional by not calling in.

Elias answering the phone and asking him what’s wrong, only for Jon’s subvocals to start up the most petulant whining tirade against Elias for not being there, why won’t he hold him, Jon is good, he can be so good, please dad, please don’t make him stay alone it hurts it hurts so much. Just the most babyish whiny omega subvocals ever heard.

Jon just frozen through this whole thing, praying that he burst into flames or something. As soon as his solo vocals finally quiet down the silence on the line is just so awkward on Jon’s side.

Elias telling him that he will let his team know he’s going to be out and Jon hanging up as his subvocals start to get a second wind shoving his face in his nest and screaming.

Elias is considering if he could justify showing up at his Archivist’s house, in a purely professional scope of course, for Jon’s health.

sparks-out:

S2 Jon going into heat at the Worst Time. Consider.

sparks-out:

sparks-out:

S2 Jon going into heat at the Worst Time. Consider.

Coming back to the Leitner murder scene too early, the stress of the past 24 hours sending him into an early heat and he doesn’t even realize it until he’s taken that first drag (so warm. so lonely. shaking uncontrollably. it takes him a moment too long toe realize Why). And Leitner’s body is slumped over his desk and Elias is there and he’s horrified and terrified and he hates how turned on he is. Because he’s in heat and his alpha is right there. Right there and so strong and dangerous but when he approaches Jon his eyes look so soft. His hands are covered in blood but they’re so gentle when they cup Jon’s face. Jon whining and baring his throat. And he wants to be a good omega. And he’s so scared. And he needs Elias. He needs the comfort of his father’s arms. It’s so easy to let Elias push him to the floor. To arch his back, to grind onto Elias’s cock. To just lie back and take his alpha’s knot even as the blood seeps into his clothes where the puddle is slowly spreading. In a few days he’ll stumble out of Elias’ home, thoroughly fucked and bred. Doesn’t need any eldritch knowledge to be certain that he’s pregnant, not when he just spent an entire heat doing nothing but sleep and take Elias’ knot.

Look I love a good omega Jon is needy and compliant during heat sex.

Have you considered however Jon being the most particular, bratty, snippy omega. Just his subvocals are whiny yes but instead of begging they are demanding attention now. His nest better be perfect and woe the Alpha that messes it up. Jon being bitey and growling until he’s properly held down and knotted.

I just need omega Jon being the bitchiest most demanding omega, but it’s okay he’s really cute.

Me sitting here having thoughts what if Future MonsterJon did get past Jon pregnant? How awkward would that conversation be? Hit post.

kairos-polaris:

kairos-polaris:

I don’t understand people who think Jonah wouldn’t know Elias was a stealth trans man and only find out when he takes over his body. Jonah isn’t switching bodies for fun, he is terrified of dying. so do you think he wouldn’t know the entire medical history of his next body? let’s be real

also. there is the whole Eye aspect to the fear of being outed, something I am sure Elias would feel as a stealth trans man in the 90s

@klm-zoflorr and it’s not even that difficult to torture Jonah with him not knowing things! just use anything Dark, Stranger or Spiral! but that would require actually engaging with Jonah as a character and they would never do that. so it’s easier to imagine him being miserable in a way that makes zero sense but doesn’t require any effort

do whatever you want but man. sometimes it’s just best to leave a charger you hate alone

skiesandcandy:

I am once again thinking about Jon with a knotted t dick. And Jonah should teach him how to use it. Should teach him how to fuck him just right. The first time he knots Jonah was a religious experience for him.

unending-vigil:

unending-vigil:

stupid jonelias thought. kink being referenced

jon goes to a munch for the first time while he’s working at the Magnus Institute. as is not horrifically uncommon, since he’s going to a local event, he’s worried he’ll see some of his coworkers there. what if they are? what if it gets back to elias? he thinks he’d die of shame a little bit if his boss (who he looks up to and admires!) knew he wasn’t vanilla.

elias sees this in Jon’s thoughts. and decides that he is suddenly very interested in integrating himself into the London kink scene

theyre making eye contact at the petplay munch and jon is feeling horrified and awkward while elias is smiling pleasantly. they make conversation and jon asks, very awkwardly, what brings elias here. “oh, I’ve always wanted a pet,” he says, as though it’s wholly inconsequential. “perhaps a loyal pup, though i can’t deny that cats have their charm too. what about you, jon?”

and jon, who relates very much to both dogs and cats, in different ways, just freezes up. “just curious,” he says, in a slightly strangled voice, before very, very promptly making his excuses to go talk to somebody else.

(he doesn’t stop thinking about it)

I just think Jon would benefit from getting to just be someone’s pet. I think this would fix him.

Jon was pretty sure he was going to die.

Of course he had been pretty sure about that several times in the last hour. But what else are you supposed to think when a monster version of yourself shows up when you’re all alone sporting huge fangs. Looking at you like it or he or whatever wants to eat you.

Only the monster apparently didn’t see him as a tasty snack, at least not that way, finding himself pinned down the creature nuzzling against his face. It made use of Jon’s shock and fear carefully pulling his pants off, with far more delicacy than his claws should have. Jon his eyes closed had been bracing for the feeling of teeth only to instead go rigid at the feeling of the monster’s tongue pressing against his cunt. Knowledge slipped into his head, and he considered what choices in his life had lead him to being so luckless as to be the only person around when the other him slipped into heat.

The noise he had made when the tongue slid inside had apparently excited the creature and in a few moments Jon found himself clutched in the creatures arms. Why did it have four of them? Jon didn’t know.

Feeling something far thicker than its tongue pressing against his slit as he was slowly lowered onto it. The stretch was a lot and Jon couldn’t keep a hold on his moans as he was used a bit like a toy. Lifted and dropped by the monster, though it did at least seem intent on his enjoyment as well, an unoccupied arms playing with his clit.

When Jon came his whole body shook, slick gushing around the creature’s dick which pulsed inside him. The creature had Jon wrapped up tightly holding him close as he was moved more roughly. Jon let himself go limp, it was a lot but what else was he supposed to do. When he felt the creature cum he thought that would be it, Jon braced to be left empty, but instead.

“What the hell!” Jon managed to get his first actual words out as he could feel something swelling inside him. Hence the thought again that he was going to die, ripped apart from the inside, He tensed his eyes going wide, it was too much, he couldn’t take it, he was going to break. The creature resumed its attention to his clit and Jon could only whimper as another orgasm rushed through him making him clench down. The too full feeling suddenly shifted as his body relaxed again and while he still felt overwhelming full it felt right. He clenched down slightly and shivered at the pulse of pleasure he felt.

Jon, once he was coherent, going to have some stern words with his other self, but for now all of the functioning parts of his brain were focused on how nice he currently felt.

Just played citizen sleeper 2 for like 4 hours and now I’m having lots of feelings about your body betraying you and feeling unconnected from it. Being changed against your will and having everything that made you you torn away. I will be projecting these feelings onto Jon.

Okay no but now I’m thinking about Jon being a Sleeper, Elias being the one providing him with stabilizer. Just that total control over his survival, yes this is pretty much analogous with statements. Look I just have a lot of feelings for this games core ideas and how much I can project them on my specialist boy.

sparks-out:

sparks-out:

Jon who WAS elias’ pet but who was abandoned in S4. It’s so stupid that. After everything else Elias has done him refusing to see Jon hurts the most. But it does.

Jon digging his old collar and leash out of his desk. Putting them on and tugging on them while he masturbates. But it just isn’t the same. Crying after he finishes because he’s so tired and stressed and lonely. And he feels so Awful. Jon trying all the things he used to do with Elias on his own. To be a good puppy. A good kitty. But it’s not the same without Elias’ love and praise and affection.

Peter should catch him digging his old collar and leash and shit out of Elias’ office btw. Should say that, well, since he’s looking after Elias’ institute, why not look after his pet, too? And Jon sort of wants to say no but he’s so fucking desperate and resents Elias for abandoning him and he NEEDS to be touched and used like that that he (reluctantly) agrees. Maybe Peter had to offer something else too actually idk I’m tired as hell…..

It’s terrible. Peter is often negligent, enjoys bringing Jon right to the edge then leashing him up and abandoning him for hours. Likes Jon warming his cock but is Much more sparing with praise and affection than Elias (always offers just enough to Hurt when he takes it away). But Jon is so lonely. And part of him likes that it hurts. It’s easier to justify sleeping with Peter when it always seems to make him feel worse. He doesn’t deserve the comfort or pleasure he’s seeking unless it’s somehow painful.

skiesandcandy:

Look I’m just saying after all the bullshit he went through in s4. Jon deserves to have like an hour of being a good dog and being treated like the most precious thing in the world. Okay. He’s earned it. Please God put that man on a leash and tell him it’s okay, he’s not going to hurt anyone, he’ll be good. They’ll make sure of it. He doesn’t have to worry. I think it could fix him.

amberpriceenthusiast:

They’re soulmates but one of them is infact trying to choke the other to death with the red string of fate tying them together

womanharasser:

sparks-out:

sparks-out:

sparks-out:

Thinking about pregnant Jon’s weak bladder again <3

Jon getting lost in organizing the shelves or research or something, not realizing he needs to go until his bladder is nearly bursting. Trying to make it to the bathroom but he’s barely halfway there before he wets himself. Rushing to hurriedly change in has office before anyone can see. Elias deciding to pop down for a visit, opening the door just as Jon is trying to get his spare pants on, cunt glistening with piss, droplets still clinging to his pubic hair… “oh Jon. Can you really not control yourself. It’s alright, it’s only expected, given your… condition.” Elias guiding him over the desk, slipping a finger into his hole, then another. Fondling Jon’s swollen stomach as he pushes inside. Pressing down on Jon’s bladder just enough for him to let out another stream of piss. Jon mortified and ashamed and turned on, soaking wet for Elias….

And then, after they’ve both finished, Elias degrades Jon a bit more, maybe forces him to his knees, makes him lick Elias’ cock clean. Jon so embarrassed and humiliated by the whole affair, how eager he is to take Elias’ limp, piss and slick streaked cock into his mouth anyway.

skiesandcandy:

skiesandcandy:

Jon should get muzzled because it would make him burst into tears of of desperation to make it up to him. That is all.

It should get to a point where just Jonah sighing in disappointment and asking Jon “am I going to have to muzzle you again?” is enough to have him whining and immediately crumbling <333 Jonah letting him get it out of his system and then sighing all dramatically and reaching for it and Jon tripping over himself to say no no please I can be good please I wanna be a good boy dad please-

Elias keeping Jon leashed and muzzled in his office when he’s been bad. Everyone who comes to see Elias gets to see him like that. Maybe he puts Jon in a cage if he is particularly bratty, either way he’s on display for everyone.

See like the thing is Jon would use a Dom/Sub relationship as self harm especially with his mindset in later seasons that he’s a monster. Which is why Elias is on the top of the list he would choose, because he would not curb that intent at all. Also season three Tim would work too for this idea. Peter is also uniquely suited here too, and he’d probably feed off it, meal and a show you see?

Just Jon trying to punish himself and using this framework to do so.

skiesandcandy:

Where’s that post I made about someone telling Elias to keep his dog on a leash and Elias saying he can do whatever he likes. I think that awakened something in Jon and I will not take constructive criticism on this matter

skiesandcandy:

skiesandcandy:

Where’s that post I made about someone telling Elias to keep his dog on a leash and Elias saying he can do whatever he likes. I think that awakened something in Jon and I will not take constructive criticism on this matter

Your tags awoke a sleeper agent ohh my god. Simple one word commands more often, followed by “Good boy.” Not even just during sex, just in regular life, watching Jon turn red and suck in a breath, hands shaking. Ruffling his hair in front of other people. Speaking to him slow and sternly when he’s misbehaving, like he needs him to spell it out for him. Jon thinking about the phrasing constantly. About the idea of being Elias’ dog. Thinks about it everytime Elias has him rut against his boot, or sit under his desk. Elias should pat him on the head once and call him a good dog and then just casually go back to drinking his wine while Jon combusts. Jon thinking about being called his lap dog *constantly.* About how it made him feel. About how it wasn’t just humiliating. Thinking about Jon resting his head on Elias’ lap in public. Elias leaning down to whisper that he’s such a sweet boy. What a good puppy. Scritch his scalp so gently and casually, like there’s nothing strange about the two of them at all.

Jon is now soaking wet. In the middle of a fundraiser.